5
Agatha
The Faerie Lands
Shuffle… shuffle… shuffle…
With slow steps, I trudge along the forest path. It takes all my focus, but I carefully arrange myself into the definition of one word.
Misery.
For me, acting gloomy is a key life skill. It allows me to hide in plain sight, all while limiting how much I interact with my family. On reflex, I think through my sad girl checklist.
Weepy eyes? Got ‘em. I’m also working a single tear on my right cheek. That’s what you call an advanced mope skill.
Mourning veil? I wear this thing like a pro.
Slumped shoulders? I’ve spent years honing how to curl myself forward just the right way.
All the while, I push up my inner sense of gloom. That really helps to nail the overall look. Normally, feeling morose comes pretty easily to me.
Not today.
